Idyllic breathing snagged on a note.

Mixed up, like spray paint on the roughly cut wall,

the rain pounds on, even now, after the flat line.

Knives carve lost lovers initials in the trees,

Candles lit in memory, damped flames,

As rain falls on the conrete square.

People flocked in remembrance,

Congregations torn apart in mourning.

A brother rocks himself while chanting his little sister's name,

A father lights a candle, only seeing his fallen son.

The walking wounded, writhing in grief,

While their lovers look on.

Tonight there were no winners,

Tonight everyone has lost.